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Oct 2016
A countdown starts usually at ten.
Then it ticks slowly away to nine.
Yet no one truly saves each tick,
Each tick on the hands of Time.
See, if I could have saved--
Each tick, it'd be fine!
But I did not.
And now, I've--
Ran out
Of...
Written by
Nitsua Asemed  The In-between
(The In-between)   
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   Isabelle Christianson and ---
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